Sunday, September 10

bury me in a field of tulips
in a suit of white gold mail
ruby in the hilt of my sword
sapphires replacing my eyes
let me look upon all I never loved
and be exorcised

I dreamt of a meeting with you
that never materialized
you got scared, pressured, or
for whatever reason beat me down
when I believe to god I didn't deserve it
die like a hermit on a pile of shit.

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